, 1887-12-25
"s.A-v-E TIL E s-w.E-E TIE S K-I.s $


Heath and moor and highway Ger:
Now we part ! mere To wander
Thou to seek n far OF shore,
out beyond the occam's roar.
Darling. by our trnth-plight given,
Darling, by thy hope of heaven,
Oh, be true as | To thee,
save the sweetest kiss for me /!
"Mizella. r]acA,iic, oh Mizella!'' came in
anxious, ]qucrulOuS, even threatening,
tones from the camp.
Sweelly the throstlrs sang; softly the
waters Of the Wharfc flowed onward to
the sea; silently and heart to heart
the child lovers listened and loved.
ooh, Andrew, dearie!' came the cry
of boundless compassion out of the simple
girls heart. may be you bes no good
with the wheel, as all says but you hes
mighty in your. 'cadl' and she claspcd
his face with her dimpled hands. held it
at arms length, and looked g~loatingly in
feast she passed her fingers caressingly
through and through his hair for n little
time and then said tenderly:
Poor. poor Andrew many times,
and, as though a mother heart spoke:
Poor, poor boy 'and her Of a sudden
fell n f~easting on the bit Of paper, and
begged him to read again:
Days will pass with long hours weary
Nights all slcepless, starless grow
And thy NdtOken lover, dearic,
All tho pain Of waiting know
Waiting, longing, with their woe
Darling, BY our troth- pligh given,
Darling, by thy hope OF heaven,
Oh be tue rs | To thee
save the sweetest kiss for me !
''Mizella, rackiici-oh, Mizellal"
The whole camp was filled with alarm,
She snatchcd the verses from the lad's
hand; she shOwcred them with kisses; she
hid them as some priceless thing in her
bosom. Then she fairly danced about
her bewildcred lover, covering his face
with ~ecStasic caresses as she told him in
her poor, simple way how, when on ship
board, she would look longingly back, far
back across the dark waters which divided
them, and sing 10 him, for him, these
lines as the song and cry of her heart;
would sing them as the song OF her lips
and her life, that they should be to them
both a holy thing until the years and the
tide should resistlessly sweep them again
together.
Then n long, long embrace; and then:
M dearie DuJbeieskcyi" (for the dear
Lords sake!) from the old grinder, bel
lowing Bob" Stanley, as the startled low
ers saw his erst merry, but now angry,
eyes peerIng through the parted branches
Of the hedge above them.
M denrje DuJbeieskcy!" believing
Bob repeated, in horror and dismay.
leila, child Ila yc run'd away from
hus all n got spiledl Dearie, dearie,
rack lie continued, as he shook his
bushy head with an expression of unut-
terable sorrow; gone n got spilled, n 50,
so purtyl'
She sprang from Andrew toward the
good old grinder. She thrust her round lit
tic fist close into his kindly face. Then she
Kissed at him while her clenched hand
trembled, Bob Stanlcy!-Bob!-hif ye
hevcr tells on me, llill-Hi'H kill ye! So
| viii! / hasn't forgot I'm Romany
(Glpsy)-nor RomlnV woman neither!
Go ye back now, Bob; go We back. Hin
be yon aiore ye."
Poor, poor Andrew" she whimpcred;
''oh, dearlc heart Good-byel'
Then turning, she tossed a dainty kiss
from her fingers, she swept along the
meadow under cover of the hedge, reached
the rivers edge, glided along its bank by
the Willows with a swayinG, bird like mo-
ton; and, before believing Bob" had re
covered from his emotions, she was in the
midst of the camp receiving the anxious
questions and greetings showered upon
her with demure and wondering eyes.
ooh, an W'0t a MizelIa, rdcklier'
whispered kind hearted Bob, as he a few
moments later passed her shaking his
shaggy old head.
In an hour the camp had disbanded.
The last partings were said. Countless
old shoes and measures of rice had been
cast after the wanderers, for good fortune
in the far-awuy land. Up to the high.
way;..down over the old stone bridge of
llkley; past the low smithy, where ''owd
Jackie Birch and his%'prenticc, Preacher
Collyer, had, times without number, shod
the horses of these same Gipsies and BAN
died CHEEKY quips and Jokes; up beyond
the parish church, aruong whose near
graves many a Gypsy chduuie (child) was
resting, and then over the Yorkshire hills,
and on, on to the seaport town, hal sped
the departing tribe.
Back in the deserted camp prone upon
the ground, his weak hands clutching the
battered tinker's wheel, lay Andrew.
The throstles sang sweetly in the hedge;
the Wharfe. as for aye, flowed softly on
ward to the sea; but the broken lie that
had been left 50 utterly dcsolate was as
one dead to the radiant sweetness Of that
April morning, and could only moan
Nicola, rdckiiei-o oh, Mizellal'
Then the weary tramp began. Weary
load and dreary liel
"Tinkle, tinkle, tinklel'
A merry tune this from the tinker's
bell. But who shall know of the heart
ache hid beneath every song thatever was
sung?
"rinklc, tinkle, tinklel''
Over highway and byway; over stile and
meadow; through village and hamlet
"Tinkle, tinklc, tinkle!'
A sorry looking tinker, that, indeed.
Move him on, clustering English bob.
biel' Spurn him one and all. Heart of
a true heart, soul Of a martyr, life of
a saint, may be; but form and face of an
accursed and outcast racel
"Tinkle, tinklc, tlnkle!' clnmed ever on
the air; but always and ever, while
Days will pass with long hours 6reary,
Nights all S~leepleSS, starlesS grow"
rises the hopeless cry in the tinker's heart:
"Mizella, ractiic!-oh, Mizella!'
His name was Pott. Professor Pott,
good sirs; though none knew how Pro.
~fessor' had come to be a handle to this
particular Pott.
You could not have said whether he
was old or young, as he had sat there in